Drop all your baggage;

leave it at the door.

Run to the well of life,

asking if there’s more.

Listen to the old wife’s voice

until it starts to grate;

“Never sleep on your anger,

or else it will be too late”

Take heed of her cry

as it slowly drifts on the wind

Never forget those wise words:

In your anger do not sin.

For when you lose the ability to sleep

due to anger,

all you’re left with is an untimely

cliff hanger.

Why do I retreat so stubbornly,

withdrawing myself from you?

What made me so abrasive, so shallow and rude?

No matter how many times I say I’m sorry,

the answer remains the same:

I still need your love, assurance and forgiveness

to prove that I can change.